Admittedly, the debut LP of this Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania group is a bit of a cheat, as the first five songs are just their 2023 demo verbatim but then again, it’s kinda nice to have that shit given a proper release at last and the added new tracks are every bit as good! The opening track Nothing Left comes right out of the gate with a distinct proto- and first-wave US punk vibe calling to mind Stooges, Dead Boys and a bit of Gun Club. Televised Violence then almost feels as if Radio Birdman and Saints got fused with Hot Snakes and some of the more eccentric early eighties hardcore acts like Really Red and Saccharine Trust. All the way through, you also can’t deny an oldschool garage-ish vibe right inbetween Pagans and Dead Moon, as well as an equal measure of early west coast hardcore energy, in conjunction with some unfailing songwriting chops being distilled into a strong, explosive cocktail of primal punk rock excellence.
Astoria, Oregon group The Dumpies have been around for a bit already and have been a thoroughly lovable force ever since, yet their recent split EP with Night Court (of which most songs are also included here) signaled a huge leap forward in terms of energy, stylistic diversity and songwriting potency – a promise they certainly make good on with this incredible new LP, cycling through endless iterations of power pop-infused (garage-)punk, melancholy indie rockers and also numerous attacks of straight-up hardcore punk in a single impressive burst of uncontainable creativity, crude humor and eccentricity. There’s not a trace of filler to be found on this record. Every song hits home without fail.
Following last year’s aptly named titled knockout blow Zen and the Arcade of Beating Your Ass, the newest EP of Minneapolis’ prime generators of sleazy-ass oldschool (garage-) punk detonations that never fail to hit their mark by way of sheer force and solid song foundations sees them dial down die predominant hardcore-era Dü-vs-Raygun energy of that record in exchange for a good measure of Detroit-style proto punk energy and i have absolutely no complaints here ‘cos that shit just works!
The newest EP by this bunch of british kids from the wider London and Buckinghamshire area delivers a number of delightfully primitive blasts of raw and oldschool hardcore- and anarcho punk which altogether feel like they’ve been around forever, seemingly haven’t learned anything new after ~’82 and i’d just say there’s absolutely no need to fix what isn’t broken on here. These tunes rip, plain and simple!
This Nottingham, UK group’s debut EP feels pleasantly out of place to me in the current scene, channeling a number of currents of the mid-eighties to early nineties punk and alternative rock era. Most strikingly i’m reminded of Mega City Four with further bits and pieces of, say, Moving Targets, later Naked Raygun and even some traces of middle-period Hüsker Dü to be found in there, all of it anchored by some rock solid songcraft underneath. In addition, you might as well compare this stuff to a bunch of the previous decade’s acts such as Pale Angels, Milk Music, Geronimo, Milked and California X.
Now this was kinda unexpected. This group from Cleveland, Ohio sharing members with Cruelster, Knowso and Perverts Again had released their previous EP in August 2013, just a couple months before this very blog came into existence. So now here’s their third 7″ picking things up pretty much where they left them over ten years ago, serving us five new examples of those straightforward catchy garage punk esplosions that, of the groups mentioned previously, probably bear the closest resemblance to the no-frills sonic attack of Cruelster.
Brandon Monkey Fingers of St. John’s, Canada feel kinda out of place in this day and age and y’all know i’m a sucker for that kind of shit. Their debut album covers a sonic range somewhere inbetween oldschool fuzz punk, ’80s and ’90s (proto-) grunge and indie rock seasoned with just a hint of sludge-y Amphetamine Reptile-style noise rock flourishes. Among the old guard, you might consider U-Men and early Mudhoney among their spiritual ancestors or the rougher ends of the Sebadoh sonic spectrum. Of more recent ocurrences, i’d name Dog Date and Hellco as possible references as well as early Pale Angels or a less melodic California X. Darth Vader’s Boner carries a similar vibe of garage-infused noise rock to The Cowboy and Flat Worms. H.M.P. sounds a bit as if contemporary noise rockers like Metz, John (timestwo), Greys or Vangas got imbued with heavy overtones of Angst-esque psych folk while Norbit has quite some Dinosaur Jr. and Cloud Nothings energy under the hood on its way to a ’90s Weezer-esque melodic conclusion.
Fun little treat, the debut single of this group “from the northern americas”. Kick You sounds like the best of Radioactivity, Sonic Avenues and Cheap Whine welded together, then given a distinct pop punk bent. Violins then lets a substantial hardcore salvo segue into a strange amalgamation of Surfa Rosa-era Pixies and early Mudhoney, spiced up with slightly psych-leaning vocal harmonies. Tasty!
New Orleans garage punk dude D. Sablu did make a quite positive impression already with a string of demos and tapes in 2020-2022. On his full-length debut via Yes We Cannibal though, his artistic vision comes into much sharper focus, spanning a good deal of variety in his sound from the slightly noise rock / post punk-leaning opener Bomber Stomp to straightforward garage punk smashers like Too Much Of The News and the Dead Boys-infected tune Stuck In A Rut, altogether having a bit of a Kid Chrome, Sauna Youth or Teenanger vibe to them, sometimes veering into straight up harodcore punk territory while detonations á la Scandalous and World Peace go all-in on that tendency. Whatever shit D. Sablu touches turns into pure gold or at the very least copper on this album. In some ways this thing also positively reminds me of the most recent EP by Jean Mignon.
Bootlicker of Victoria, BC, Canada remain an unstoppable force on the forefront of fairly contemporary sounding, yet simultaneously kinda oldschool harodcore punk with a distinct garage edge and just a smidge of Oi!, rich in catchy hooks and penetrative riffs. Only the finest references for this shit, some of which being the likes of early Electric Chair, Chain Whip, Illiterates, Hood Rats, Crisis Man, Headcheese and Imploders.
